CHAPTER TWO! I bellowing that in your face; if the capital letters and exclamation points weren't enough evidence to suggest that to you.

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He woke up groggily, to the shifting of the bed. Why was his bed moving? Was someone else in it? Why? What happened last - oh.

Lincoln opened his eyes a crack to see Lori trying to get off the bed without waking him. She was red in the face and shifting her shorts awkwardly. He fought down a smirk, and debated whether or not he should reveal that he was awake. On one hand, doing so would embarrass her, which wasn't something he enjoyed doing for the sake of it. On the other hand, doing so would force her into a conversation, during which she would be focusing both, on himself, and her situation; a situation which came about due to arousal. Him being there and her current state weren't connected, as far as she knew, but emotions were rarely rational. All he needed was for the connection to be placed in her head. He comforted her, he slept in the same bed as her, she woke up with her shorts drenched with her juices; and unless he was completely off his mark, she didn't usually wake up this way. He sat up, just after she finally managed to climb completely off the bed and turn to the door.

"Lori?" She jumped surprise, and turned back to him. "Where are you going?"

"Lincoln." She shuffled in place, "I was, uh, I was just going to take a shower."

Lincoln glanced out the window, it was still dark out. He looked at the clock, it was three in the morning.

"This early?" He asked.

"I, I couldn't sleep." She said, and it was entirely possible that she was telling the truth. Just because she was hiding something from him, didn't mean she was outright lying.

"Alright, well, I'll wait for you here." She looked like she was about to protest, but he cut her off. "You take that shower and when you get back, I'll help you relax." When she opened her mouth again, he got off her bed and gently guided her towards the door, shooing her into the hall and towards the bathroom.

He swung the door almost completely closed again, and sat back on the bed. The door open just enough to be inviting.

He was taking advantage of her emotional vulnerability here. Because of her recent turmoil, she wasn't willing to override him, and force him to leave her room. This would normally be an unforgivable thing to do, and if anyone thought to take advantage of his sisters, he would make them pay. In this case, it was okay. He wasn't doing it to hurt her. He was doing it to help her, and himself, but mostly her. By staying by her side in this time of weakness, he could help her through it. He didn't know exactly what she needed at the moment, because this was the first time she'd ever been in this situation, as far as he could remember; but he could figure it out when she came back. Take things as they came, essentially. Why doing what he was doing helped him, didn't need to be said. All that was important was that she was getting more out of this than he was.

He waited on Loris bed, the sound of the shower heard faintly, from down the hall. The room was dark, as was befitting the time. His attention was caught by Leni, sleeping soundly in her own bed. Her face was relaxed and adorable, but his gaze was gradually drawn away from her face, and towards the rise and fall of her chest. Her nightgown was tight on her frame, but any forbidden flesh was kept from his sight by his angle. Still wary of the cameras around the house, Lincoln didn't want to be blatant about what he was trying to do. He pretended to stretch and scooted a little further down the length of the bed, before laying on his side. His new point of view allowed him to see the swell of her breasts, down the neck of her shirt, and the valley between them. He wanted nothing more than to go over there and… But he couldn't. Lori may come back any minute, and he still had to worry about the cameras. There was also the fact that Leni, while not a light sleeper, wasn't as heavy a sleeper as Lori was, so she might wake up if he tried anything.

The sounds of the shower cut off, alerting Lincoln that Lori would be back shortly. He straightened himself on her bed, and set himself to waiting patiently. several minutes later, she slipped back into the room, wearing her night clothes this time. She shuffled nervously. He patted the bed beside him, beckoning her over. She came over and he directed her onto the bed, Laying across it face down.

"This will help you sleep." He told her, climbing on top of her and sitting on her butt.

Leaning over her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and started kneading her tense muscles. He was actually quite good at giving massages, courtesy of all his practice with Lynn. When she first started playing sports, she came to him to help her relax. Over the years, as her sports got more intense and she took on more of them, he was forced to get better to keep up with the demand. He became skilled in finding the worst spots, bits of corded muscle that couldn't or wouldn't relax without being forced to. He knew exactly how much pressure to exert, to get them to unknot. Lynn often said he had magic fingers. He was happy to have acquired the skill, for no other reason than to help her, but it was a shame he couldn't use them to seduce her. Lori was given his full effort. He was going to work her so hard, she'd end the session as a melty puddle of Lori flesh, only conscious enough to register how good she felt and that Lincoln was the one to bring her such pleasures.

She was tense, but not heavy workout tense. She was tense from nerves. He worked her shoulder and neck tissue, the tension draining from her easily. Muscles, after a workout, were like rocks. Her's were like dense clay, and they became soft with just a little care and attention. He moved his hands down between her shoulder blades, and manipulated the flesh around her upper spine. Undulating his fingers and pressing down firmly when he felt a tough spot. He worked down around her spine, alternating between rubbing firm and soft circles. His efforts were paying off. Loris breathing evened out and were it not for the occasional groan of rapture from her, he would think she was asleep. He progressed to the small of her back. Kneading the skin and muscle, he did his absolute best to bring her as close to the edge as was possible, without stimulating her nether regions directly. Curling his fingers tightly into themselves, he pushed his knuckles firmly into and around her lower spine, drawing moans of bliss as he worked out kinks and her back quietly popped. He finished up her main body by softly rubbing the skin around her stomach and hips. Then he leaned forward and down until he was laying over her.

Reaching up, he stroked the nape of her neck, and combed his hands through her hair. Looking over her shoulder, he could see that her eyes were half lidded and she was drooling onto her pillow.

"How do you feel now?" He whispered into the shell of her ear. Kneading the skin over the base of her skull and working his way up, pulling on her hair tenderly to create a tingling sensation over her scalp.

"Whu?" She murmured. She blinked twice and her eyes focused a tad.

"Do you still feel bad?" He elaborated, massaging her temples behind her eyes and lulling her back into an unfocused state.

"MmmMmm" She made a sound to indicate a negative response.

"You know Bobby didn't really deserve someone as wonderful as you." He pulled his clawed hand smoothly through her hair, lightly scraping her head.

She tried to shake her head, but didn't succeed. She gathered herself enough to form a coherent sentence, "He didn't really break up with me." She breathed, drool still dribbling down her cheek.

"Oh?" Lincoln probed.

"He cheated on me." She explained. Things clicked into place in Lincolns head.

"And you broke up with him." He finished for her.

"Yeah…"

"Well, that just proves it. You're too good for him." He worked his way back down her neck, to her collar bone. "You need someone who'll remain loyal to you. Someone who will help you feel good. Someone who will help you in your times of need, and make the good time even better. You need someone close, who always has time for you, and is always there for you. You need someone like…" He trailed off, baiting an answer out of her.

"You…" She took the bait.

"Yeah, you need someone like me." He punctuated her correct answer with a soft kiss against her jaw line. "I'll always be here for you, and if you ever need anything. Anything." He emphasized, "I'll be there." He paused and let his magic hands draw her further under his spell. "I'd even be your boyfriend, if you wanted me. Doesn't that sound nice? Me being your boyfriend and being there for anything you could possibly need or want?" He murmured into her ear.

"Yeah…" She sighed.

Before long, her breathing evened out again, and Lincoln pulled her onto her side, with her facing the wall. By orienting her that way, he could avoid being seen by any cameras for what he was about to do. He waited a couple minutes, then pulled himself against her back. He wrapped his arms around to her front, and snaked one of his arms up her shirt to firmly grasp and knead her breast, and the other arm down her pajama pants and panties, cupping her mound in his palm. He got to work. For the third time that night, he worked to bring his older sister pleasure.

PUMPKIN SPICE CANDLE. I ACCIDENTALLY SAID PUMPKIN SPINE AT FIRST, BECAUSE I JUST TYPED THAT WORD SO MUCH.

He woke up, once again, in an empty bed. Lori had apparently managed to leave without waking him this time. He rose from her bed slowly and popped his back a few times while stretching. Leni wasn't in bed either. It was about seven AM according to the clock on Loris bedside table. Treading across the carpeted floor, he made a quick stop in his own room, to grab his outfit for the day, and moved back down the hall to the bathroom, coming to a stop in front of the closed door. The spray from the shower head could be heard through the barrier, and Lincoln briefly wondered who was using it.

He didn't have to wait long. The water cut off, and only a few minutes later, the door swung open to reveal Lori, dressed for the day. She stuttered to a stop upon seeing him and blushed. Lincoln repressed a smirk, debating whether or not he should say or do anything. He didn't want to push her too far too fast after all. In the end though, he simply couldn't resist.

"I hope you slept well." He commented, stepping next to her and pulling her into a one armed hug. "Tell me if you want or need anything." He stepped passed her into the bathroom, and shut the door.

He quickly set about his morning routine, while planning out what he was going to do that day. How was he going to push his agenda forward? First things first, he needed to call Ronnie Anne and tell her that his sisters were now aware of what she'd done. He didn't necessarily have to tell her what he was trying to do, but he wouldn't be a very good friend if he didn't, at least, warn her. He wasn't looking forward to the conversation, because he had, admittedly, violated her trust to accomplish his goals here. However, he would be doing his level best to convince his sisters not to spread the knowledge around. If Ronnie Anne was happy with her new relationship, good for her. He wasn't going to purposefully ruin it for her.

On a related note, he had to figure out who was going to tell Lori what they talked about during the sibling meeting. She would undoubtedly be unhappy with what she was going to hear, and he didn't want to be around for that. There was a saying "Don't shoot the messenger." That saying only even became one because people had a habit of directing their frustration at whoever gave them an unwanted piece of information, rather than whoever made that information true. If he was the one to tell her, it might unravel his efforts up to this point. So one of the others would have to be the one to tell her, and he had to decide who it was going to be. Not Leni; she lacked the ability to tell Lori in a delicate manner. He also didn't want Lori mad at her, for personal reasons. Luna, would be able to tell Lori gently, but Lincoln, again, didn't want Lori mad at Luna. Luan was… No. She was unpredictable at the best of times, he had no idea what she would do if he gave her the task. Lynn was a possibility. He didn't care as much if Lori was mad at her, but she was relatively blunt. Of course, in this situation, that might be for the best. Lucy was also off the list. Definitely not the twins. Lisa was probably a pretty good choice for this.

It was settled than. He would ask Lynn and Lisa to break the news to Lori. They might say no, but he wasn't worried about that. He was, after all, the master of convincing.

On other matters, Luna had a night to think about her feelings on the subject. Lincoln thought it was about time he probed the subject with her. He toweled off and put on his clothes for the day. Opening the door, he crossed the length of the hall and entered his own room, locking the door behind him. He picked his cell phone up off his dresser and dialed a number.

"Lincoln?" Ronnie Annes voice sounded through the phone, after a few rings. She was panting slightly.

"Yeah, hi. Ronnie Anne. I'm calling to warn you about something." He figured it was best to just throw it out there. Especially since, from the sound of things, he was interrupting something.

"Warn me about what?" She asked, catching her breath.

"So, yesterday, Lori came home crying and said that Bobby broke up with her. We held a sibling meeting, and someone asked why he would do that. I remembered our phone call and…" he trailed off.

"You fucking told them?!" She screamed into the phone.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Bobbys voice could be heard asking in the background.

"Not now Bobby, I'll tell you later!" She snapped at him.

"What was I supposed to do?" Lincoln pleaded, "Lori was crying her eyes out, she at least deserved to know what happened and why. Besides I'm working on minimizing the damage. I couldn't keep the information to myself, with Lori sobbing in the same room, but you're my friend; I would never try to hurt you."

She took a deep breath. "Okay, what are you going to do?"

"I've been doing my best to convince my sisters not to spread the knowledge around. I'm telling you what I did now, in the case that I fail. At least you won't be blind sided by people suddenly knowing your secret, even though you were super careful… Also Lisa said something about wiring your home with cameras, so she could observe your relationship and take notes. You might want to watch out for that."

She sighed heavily. "Yeah, okay, well thanks for telling me."

"Bye Ronnie Anne." Lincoln said in parting.

"Bye." She let out another billowy sigh, before disconnecting.

I MADE HOME MADE CHOCOLATE PUDDING. IT'S PROBABLY NOT THE BEST THING FOR ME TO EAT RIGHT NOW.

"And that's why you two should be the ones to explain the situation to Lori." Lincoln finished his pitch to Lisa and Lynn. The two were sitting on the couch in the family room, with Lucy and Luna.

"God, fine!" Lynn relented, getting up from the couch and stomping away to find Lori.

"Hmm, well argued." Lisa complimented, following her older sister up the stairs.

With them gone, Lincoln was left alone in the room with two potential targets of his. Lucy was on the couch, and Luna sat on the recliner. Lincoln sidled over to the couch, picked up Lucy, and set her on his lap as he sat down. An action that earned him odd looks from Luna and Lucy, but it was worth it. This position granted him much greater control over the situation. He spread his legs and wrapped them around Lucys waist. Circling her in his arms, he pulled her back against his chest and set his chin atop her head. She smelled earthy, like a garden.

"So what do you two think about what happened?" He quizzed them, in a nonchalant manner. He put his fingers to work, out of sight of Luna, he massaged Lucys stomach and ribs. She shuddered in his grasp, but didn't make a move to escape. Placing his head beside hers, revealed that she was blushing.

Luna sat up from her previous position, sprawled across both armrests, "What do you mean?" She asked, requesting clarification.

"I mean exactly what it sounds like. You've had a night to think it over, after you kicked everyone out of your room. How do you feel about it?" He trailed his nails down Lucys body, and hidden from Luna, by his own legs, he grasped Lucys thighs and began to knead them. Lucy was breathing a little more erratically, but not enough to draw the attention of those who weren't searching for it. "What do you think Lucy?" He spoke softly into her ear. "How do you feel about it?"

"Well," Luna began, oblivious to Lucys predicament. "I mean, you can't help how you feel right? As long as Bobby isn't taking advantage of Ronnie, then more power to them, right? I just don't like that Bobby broke Loris heart." She answered with exactly what Lincoln wanted to hear. If she wasn't against such relationships, she might be okay with having one with him. He would still have to be careful though. Out of all the sisters he was trying to seduce, Luna would be the hardest target.

"Mmmm." He exhaled warmly into the shell of Lucys ear. "What about you Lucy?" He asked her, even as his palms worked, squeezed, and shaped their way closer to her core. He stopped before he reached it though.

"I, um, I-I a-agree with L-Luna." She stuttered and gasped, the visible part of her face, blushing crimson.

"Hey, you okay Lucy?" Luna asked, finally taking note of her younger sisters behavior. "You don't look so good."

"I, uh, I'm f-fine. I th-think I might just b-be a little s-sick." She managed to get out.

"Ah, really? I'm sorry. I hope you feel better soon." Luna commented, giving Lucy a look of concern.

"Here, why don't I take you upstairs to your bed." Lincoln offered, picking her up and carrying her to the stairs before she could answer.

He set her down at the bottom and supported her as she climbed, rubbing and stroking her shoulders and arms as they mounted the steps. She stumbled at the halfway point and Lincoln caught her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, placed one of her arms around his own, and helped her the rest of the way up. They entered her room together and he pulled her onto his lap on her bed. He closed the curtains, to ward off any hidden cameras and continued where he left off. With his legs crossed under her own, this time, he had greater access to her.

"Here Lucy. I'll help you feel better. Stop me any time you like." He murmured in her ear.

She nodded, and he exhaled hotly on her throat. Remembering her taste in literature, he scraped the side of her neck with his teeth and bit down lightly. She inhaled sharply. Squeezing and stroking her inner thigh with one hand, he slipped his other hand under the hem of her dress, slowly worming it higher and higher. He paused his one hand, just before touching her core and skittered a thumb across it. He bit down slightly harder and lapped at her throat with his tongue. His other hand glided across her stomach and further up her body. Her breath coming out in short gasping breaths, she choked on air when his hand reached the nubs on her chest and he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled on one firmly and stroked it, switching to the other and back again. His thumb began to forcefully stroke her slit through her panties, massaging back and forth, up and down. He pressed in suddenly and bit down sharply. Lucy tensed in his arms, and with a shuddering moan released her juices onto his hand.

This experience told Lincoln one thing about himself. He had fetishes. Not only that, but he was pretty sure he knew what they were. He liked being in control, and he liked bringing his partner pleasure. Maybe those weren't actually fetishes, but those were at least his preferences.

"HE DID WHAT?!" Loris voice could be heard throughout the house.

Lincoln looked towards the door.

"We'll have to finish this later." He told Lucy. "It looks like I have to go run damage control."

She nodded her head, until he forced her to look at him. Holding her head in place, his lips mashed onto hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth and quickly subdued her own. Tasting every corner, before pulling her own tongue into his mouth and suckling it. He released her, still grasping her head. Lucy was gasping for breath, her tongue still hanging from her mouth, spit dripping from the muscle.

"That should tell you how I feel about the situation. Know that you're special to me, but I'm going to be acquiring others if I can manage." His grip tightened on her skull, "Don't hinder me." He ordered. "If I catch even one hint of sabotage on your part, I'll be unhappy. Do you understand me?"

She nodded, blushing and breathing deeply.

"Good. One more thing before I go. Don't spread around what you know about Bobby and Ronnie Anne. She's my friend and I don't want her to be hurt."

Lucy nodded again.

"Good." He pulled her in for a few more more kisses. Much more tender ones. One, a peck on the lips. One, on the bridge of her nose. The final one, he brushed her bang up for, gazing into her eyes, he tried to convey how much he cared about her, before pecking her a final time on the forehead.

He got up and moved towards the door. All this told him that he probably could have made a move of Lucy at any time. She almost definitely already had some feelings for him, or else that wouldn't have been as easy as it was. Still, what did he care. He was just happy to have her now.

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And He's acquired one! Yeah!

Man this chapter took my breath away.